Dance of Infatuation

An art of physic in the floor.
Where two or more bodies enter a door.
With music to keep the beats up,
Dance and fly on a graceful flap.

A dance of love and passion arise,
For the dream of performance without a price.
I see you with eyes so sleepy yet alive,
Captured with the movements we drive.

A stitch running on wind so wild,
A water drowning on fire that is mild.
Both opposite to the way they move,
Feelings unsure not even the truth.

I see you today, tomorrow will be a shadow.
Only here for just one show.
You left, yet nothing changes in my heart.
For this feeling so real yet imaginary on our world of body art.